Freaking Out The Neighborhood

one

two

one, two, three, four

Sorry, mama

There are times I get carried away

Please, don't worry

Next time I'm home

I'll still be the same

And I know it's no fun

When your first son

Gets up to no good

Starts freaking out the neighborhood

Really, I'm fine

There is no better, Got no job on the line

Sincerely, don't worry

Same old boy

That you hoped you would find

And I know it's no fun

When your first son

Gets up to no good

Starts freaking out the neighborhood

waaaa!